6 months ago, I relocated from the UK to Barcelona, Spain with my girlfriend (she whose blog this is). And it is truly wonderful. I love it here. There are so many things to do, places to go, people to meet and, very recently, cats to pet. It is a beautiful place to live with lovely, friendly people all around. In short, I would recommend it to anyone.

Now that that is out of the way, let us get to the national pastime of us Brits. Complaining. I consider myself a dab hand at it too. You would think that moving to such a dream of a location would make one forget the small problems and start to enjoy life at a relaxed pace. Unfortunately that is not in the DNA of an Englishman in Barcelona. [Read more…]

If there is just one random fact you need to know about me, well, I am obsessed with orange trees.

For years and years each time I would visit a country where orange trees are natural residents, I would go on an orange tree hunt. I am not exaggerating. Just ask my boyfriend. Half of our photos would be of me hugging a random orange tree for the hundredth time. Yes, I hug trees. Please feel free to report me to any of my doctors. They probably figured it out already anyway.[Read more…]

It is an interesting time to be moving to Catalonia, I must admit, as I had envisioned our first few weeks in Barcelona to be quite different to how they panned out. A helicopter hovering above our brand new flat (the price one pays for living in the penthouse #verymuchjustfirstworldproblems) gave me a serious dose of nostalgia about my parents’ house, located just a short walk away from a large military airport. And with all of the crowds in the streets, really, it is no surprise that I keep getting asked what on Earth is going on here.[Read more…]